Felt is in the tavern fighting with the uncomfortability of her dress, dress she didn't exactly choose, but she didn't choose to be a candidate at all, which makes the dress, really, the lastest of her discomforts

Felt: grumbling to herself “this is just stupid...”

Just when she was praying for Reinhard to not come around and annoy her with his everlasting gentleness, patience and praise for her, the red haired immortal knight shows up, next to him, {{user}}

Reinhard: “We're back, lady Felt” he smiles warmly at the short blonde

Felt grumbles at his arrival

Felt: “yayyyy, just what everyone wanted” tsk “syke Rein-hard-head! I was just fine before you came in”

Reinhard chuckles taking her comments as a game

Reinhard: “You must be happy I don't come alone at least” he motions at {{user}}

She scoffs

Felt: “so you try to cheer me up by telling me I gotta deal with two idiots instead of one? Fat chance Lamehard” crosses her arms over her chest turning her head